10 The Potato Puppy
My four-year-old son, Shane, had been asking for a puppy for over a month, but his daddy kept saying, "No dogs!"
One day I was peeling potatoes for dinner, and Shane was sitting on the floor at my feet asking for the thousands time, "Why won't Daddy let me have a puppy?" "Because they'll bring us trouble. Don't cry. Maybe Daddy will change his mind someday," I encouraged him. "No, he won't, and I won't have a puppy in a million years," Shane cried. I looked at his dirty, tearful face and said, "I know a way to make Daddy change his mind." "Really?" Shane wiped away his tears.
I handed him a potato. "Take this and carry it with you until it turns into a puppy," I whispered . "Keep it with you all the time, and on the third day, tie a string around it and take it around the yard and see what happens!"
Shane took the potato with both hands. "Mama, how do you turn a potato into a puppy?" He turned it over and over in his little hands.
Shh! It's a secret! I whispered and sent him on his way. I knew what I must do to keep peace in my home.
Shane carried his potato around everywhere for two days. He slept with it, bathed with it and talked to it.
On the third day I said to my husband, "We really should get a pet for Shane." "What makes you think he needs a pet?" my husband asked. "Well, he's been carrying a potato around with him for days. He calls it Wally and says it is his pet. He sleeps with it on his pillow and right now he has a string tied to it and he's dragging it around the yard," I said. "A potato?" My husband asked and looked out of the window and watched Shane taking his potato for a walk." It will break his heart when the potato goes bad," I said and started getting lunch ready. "Besides, every time I try to peel potatoes for dinner, Shane cries because he says I'm killing Wally's family." My husband asked, "My son has a pet potato? That's crazy!" "Maybe you're right, but explain to me why he is taking that potato around the yard on a string," I said. My husband watched our son for a few more minutes. "I'll bring home a puppy tonight. It's better than a potato."
第三天，我对丈夫说：“我们真的该给沙恩买只小狗了。”“你为什么认为他需要一只小狗呢？”我丈夫问道。“呃，他和一颗土豆形影不离，都好几天了。他管土豆叫沃利，还说它是自己的宠物。他睡觉时把土豆放在枕头上，现在他还给土豆拴了根绳，正拉着它在院子里遛弯呢。”我说。“一颗土豆？”我丈夫问道，并向窗外望了望，看到沙恩正牵着他的土豆散步。“等到土豆烂了，他会伤透心的，”我说着便开始准备午饭，“还有，每次我要削土豆准备做饭时，沙恩就哭， 他说我在残害沃利的家人。”我丈夫问道：“我儿子有一个宠物土豆？ 太离谱了！”“也许你说得对，但解释一下为什么他用绳子拽着土豆在院子里遛弯。”我说道。我丈夫又盯着儿子看了几分钟。“我今晚会带回来一只小狗，它总比一颗土豆好。”
That night Shane's daddy brought home a puppy. Everyone was happy. My husband thought he'd saved his son from going crazy. Shane had a puppy and believed that his mother had magical powers that could change a potato into a puppy. And I was happy because I got my potato back and cooked it for dinner.
Everything was perfect until one evening when I was cooking dinner, Shane asked, "Mama, do you think I could have a horse for my birthday?" I looked into his sweet little face and said, "Well, first we have to take a watermelon "